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Mark was a timid child growing up. 

He never liked talking to other students and would get severe anxiety while doing so. Sometimes other students would talk about him and how much of a coward he was. He never liked being called that but he accepted the truth. He was never a hero and never would be.

This came into account when four-year-old Mark was told to present his story, based on the weekend before. The story, of course, was based on what happened last week's Sunday. 

Mark's father had forgotten to tuck him in and it didn't help that there was a constant knocking on the door. Scared, Mark did what any child would do, which was to go to his mother's room. Of course, he encountered Him, before blacking out.

"Mark, would you be so kind and share us your story?" The teacher asked. He could feel the eyes in the classroom all stare down at him. He slowly shook his head and gripped his sheets of paper tightly.

"Come on Mark, it won't be so bad," The teacher reassured. The sheets were starting to crumple on the side. He shook his head firmly this time. The teacher's face fell. She walked over to Mark and stuck her hand out. "Don't worry, I can help you present if you like," She whispered. Mark paused and gave a small nod.

He grabbed the teacher's hand tightly as she guided him towards the front of the classroom. He could feel his heart beat faster in fear. The blood rushed through his ears and his stomach gave a small lurch.

"Ok everyone, today we have Mark presenting his story," The teacher said cheerily "Mark if you don't want to speak, I'll do the reading." Mark shoved his papers into her hands and buried his face in his hands. The teacher smiled when picking the first paper. "The scary night. Sound scary doesn't it?" She chuckled.

She flipped to the next page. "Daddy didn't check under my bed last night *flip* So I went to Mommy's room."

"I was scared. There was scary knocking... on... the door..." The teacher frowned at the piece of paper but persevered.

"And the scariest part is walking by the dark room by the stairs. Almost at Mommy's. Then I saw the man in the corner. And then I fell asleep." She trailed off. She paused and flipped back to the start, before rereading the entire story.

Her expression went from utter confusion to mildly concerned. "Mark, can we talk after this, please?" She whispered. Mark nodded and ran back to his seat.

The school bell rang for lunch. Mark was just about to leave until he heard his teacher. "Uh, Mark, can I talk to you please?"

Mark froze. He didn't know if he was in trouble but he was too scared to ask. He still couldn't get over the man in the corner and now it had seemed he got his teacher involved.

The teacher beckoned him over to her desk. His heart was racing again. "Look, uh, Mark," She said with a low voice "About that story-"

Mark gave a small sob. Tears started to roll down his cheek. He was scared, too scared of what would happen. What did he do to upset the teacher with his story? Was it Him? "A-am I in t-trouble?" He sobbed. 

"What, no, no no. No, Mark, you are not in trouble," The teacher replied warmly, but her tone started to shift a bit. "I did, however, want to know if it was fake, like, did you make it up on the spot, was it a bad dream..."

Now he was really scared. He would never lie to a teacher and now she was convinced he was lying to her. "No, no, no, it was all real," He sobbed "I-I'm sorry." The teacher bit her lip anxiously.

"Mark, how about you go home? I think you've had enough today," She said in a low voice. Mark nodded and continued to sob.

Mark's mother picked him up shortly after, although, she wasn't happy. Both the teacher and Mark's mum had a massive argument in the office. Their voices rang down the school hallway, alerting all the students in the school.

This only caused further complications as Mark could sense students watching his mother argue with a teacher, which made him sob harder. 

The argument eventually came to a close with an angry mother, a distressed teacher and an entire school laughing at him.

Mark just sat in silence on the trip back home. "Look, Mark, if you ever have a problem, just tell me, okay? You don't have to bottle it up and pretend everything is fine. If you experience this again, just tell me," Mark's mother sighed. Mark nodded and stared through the car window.

Although, he wouldn't. He wouldn't tell anyone, at least in his family.

A/N: Heya! Tash back at it again. So I know I have that dessert au to work on but I couldn't help myself! I'm sorry, I'll try to continue working on it but I swear, it's so hard to work on dessert au qwq. Anyways, how was this first chapter, do you wanna see more? Jk, I'm still gonna work on more chapters cause I have so many >:3

Whelp, I hope you have a good day! Bye ^^